Chapter 113

However, Han Zhen has no interest in the divine needling method handed down by he Xuanmin, "don't learn it!"

He Xuanmin is very angry. His amazing thirteen stitches are famous in China. Countless domestic colleagues want to steal their own unique skills under the guise of communicating with each other. There are even foreign medical institutions offering tens of millions of sky high prices, trying to learn this amazing 13 injections from him.

If it wasn't for fan Shaojing's danger that he Xuanmin was responsible, he Xuanmin would never let his ancestral skills be handed down in his own hands.

But he Xuanmin tried to hold back his anger: "I am surprised that thirteen needles have the potential to stimulate the human body, alleviate the crisis of death, and even bring the dead back to life. All the people want to learn from my thirteen needles, but you don't? "

"No learning!"

As a famous doctor, he Xuanmin has always been seen by others. No one has ever so ignored his face and flatly refused. "If it wasn't for your deep internal power, you might be able to relieve the patient's life crisis through the fourteenth needle," he said. How can I teach you this array! "

"Since this girl is your friend and her mother is facing death crisis, don't you want to help at all? It's the only chance to help the patient, and it's her only chance to survive! "

Han Zhen took a look at him. "I'll see her life. No one can take it away!"

He Xuanmin full of doubt, "the patient is extremely dangerous now, even I can't help, you must not delay the only possible opportunity."

"Get in the gold needle!" Han Zhen said, since this person is a traditional Chinese medicine, and good at acupuncture, presumably there will be gold needle.

"You want a gold needle?" He Xuanmin is full of doubts. The needle is soft and hard to control. When ordinary doctors use gold needles to insert the patient's acupoints, it is very easy to deviate.

Acupuncture and moxibustion must be extremely accurate, not to mention a little deviation, even a tiny deviation is not allowed. Even he Xuanmin himself, who has practiced his ancestral mental skill since childhood, only dares to use silver needles. I made several pairs of gold needles and put them in the shop, but I didn't dare to use them.

"Go Han Zhen uses a trace of genuine Qi to frighten he Xuanmin immediately.

He Xuanmin understood that the situation was critical. He immediately ran back to his diagnosis room and took back two boxes, "gold needle!"

"Open up!" Han Zhen orders a way, at the moment his palm is still in ceaselessly deliver true Qi to fan Shaojing's body.

He Xuanmin, a Chinese medicine expert, became Han Zhen's assistant. He opened two boxes and revealed the thin gold needles inside.

"Too thick! A finer one Han Zhen took a look.

He Xuanmin was stunned. The softer the needle is, the more difficult it is to penetrate the human body. Not to mention that after penetrating into the human body, it still does not deform.

It can be said that the gold needle is ten times as thin as a millionth.

"Finer!" Han Zhen urged again.

He Xuanmin was stunned for a moment, and then took back a pair of wooden boxes made of excellent mahogany, with antique colors and decorative patterns. At first glance, it's not ordinary goods, it's definitely inherited objects.

He Xuanmin opened the box and revealed a gold needle a little thinner than his hair. "This is a gold needle handed down from my ancestors. It's as thin as hair and has a history of 300 years. But in the last 100 years, no one has ever been able to use this gold needle! "